| He is I can feel him beside when he isn't there, and I laugh. It is reckless laugh that fills me and vibrates through me as though he were there, kissing me, whispering in my ear. I can understand his thoughts from the look in his eyes and I can understand the need he feels to be near me when he hovers near my side. When we are together, he is the center of the universe and everything becomes brighter that is around him. He fills my life with joy, and never lets me forget that I do the same in his life. He loves me for who I am, though sometimes he needs me to be more, to be the girl inside me I am so afraid to let out. But he is patient, and with him my sweetest secrets are safe. His body fills whatever space he is in with magic, just looking at him makes me smile. He is something more than I have ever imagined. And certainly more than I deserve, but that doesn't mean I will ever let him go. I wake up sometimes alone in my room,just like I have tonight, wishing for his touch, but lacking the courage to go him,to consummate this love that is burning insdie me like a fire that comsumes, but does not burn. that somehow enhances the world around it in a way I have never understood before. I want to go to him and give him that part of me that I so fear to give. I want him to find joy in me, the way I imagine I would find joy in him, as I know, it can be no other way. He has been so patient. More patient than I have, because I would take it all, our love and drink it insanely in huge gulps until I was intoxicated by him, by us. but he knows. he knows we should be careful with eachother, that we are too precious to waste, that our love is too perfect to ruin,and so we wait. And so I wait, alone in my bed, dreaming of him. I hear himoutside my door and he pauses. I want nothing more than to call to him, to bring him to me, cause I know he would come to me if he heard, but I lay still. He stands there a moment then opens the door. "Gia?" he whispers. "Yes Nikolas?" "I just wanted to say I love you" "I love you too" "Sweet dreams princess sparky" And then we laugh for the sweetest moment, our souls reaching out to connect in the way our bodies have yet to. He is my prince, the Cassidine fortune be damned, he belongs to me and not to that world. And I belong to him, and we are okay without those things. Titles, Ivy league schools. He is strong and good and kind, and he NEEDS me, needs me to take care of him the way he takes care of everyone else, and I love him. With that thought I get up and put on my robe. I go to his door and knock, I just want to look at him. He is everything to me. He is.... |